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‘Emergence’ - an interactive fanfic

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CHAPTER 3

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The three of them walked around the bedroom, after letting Olaf and Sven together for the morning as old pals.

Elsa turned to her sister and brother-in-law.

“Okay, you two. I think that sleep is on the agenda for today.” Smiled Elsa, on a maternal tone. “You’re lucky we’re on Sunday.”

“I’d never have let Anna go in a pub on a week day”, promised Kristoff. 

He took his shoes off and walked to the loveseat.

"You can have the bed, I'll sleep on the chair."

Anna turned to him, so fast she almost lost her balance because of how heavy her head felt, and had to hold herself to Elsa. "Wait, what? No, this is ridiculous..."

"You two haven't seen each other in a while. Weeks, isn't it? I'd be cruel to prevent you from a cuddle time. Go on, I'll take the chair. You know it’s a comfortable one anyway."

Anna pouted, and climbed on the bed as Elsa thanked Kristoff. The elder laid down, and Anna used her body as a pillow. The man started to sleep, but Anna had her thoughts preventing her from doing so. 

"Elsa... Do you really think that I'm worth of being Queen?" Mumbled Anna.

It was almost inaudible due to both her tiredness and shame.

"Of course, Anna. I swear. Also, you've been ruling for almost a year now, and I haven't heard any bad feedback about it."

Elsa added a smirk. "Well, not catastrophic enough to be heard until the Forest, at least."

Anna chuckled against her belly.

"Ah, a laugh at last!" Smiled Elsa. "It's a victory."

"Hmmm-hmm..."

Anna's head was getting heavier on Elsa, and she could tell her sister would snore anytime soon. However, the redhead resisted the sleep as long as she could.

"Elsa?" She asked, lifting her head.

The blonde looked down at her younger, with a sigh. "How come every time I visit, you always force yourself to stay awake longer? Come on, you've been up all night. Close your eyes."

Anna tapped Elsa's belly. "No, wait, let me talk." She said, in a drowsy voice.

"I'm listening."

"Do you think a Queen can have my character?" She pouted.

Elsa's eyebrows expression melted at the question. "Anna... Your impulsiveness is what makes you you. I wouldn't change it for anything in the world. People of Arendelle admire the asset it brings to your reign. Trust me."

Anna mumbled something like another 'hmmm-hmm', turning her head down again.

"Now, don't make me sing Mama's lullaby. It's time to sleep."

"I'm 22, you know? There's no need to lull m--"

Elsa's finger already stroked down her nose.

"Alright, I get it." Gave up Anna.

Elsa started to regularly stroke Anna’s nose, but it wasn’t really useful. Her sister’s breathing had already changed, and she had stopped talking. Her head tilted a bit on Elsa’s abdomen, and she started to snore in a snap.

The blonde chuckled.

“Sleep well.”

She passed a hand in Anna’s hair, refreshing her a bit. Her head laid down on the bed frame, she realized that on the other hand, she wasn’t tired at all. Elsa ate her breakfast already, and it was above 9am, added to the fact that riding Nokk always gave her lots of energy.

Time would be long waiting for Anna to finish sleeping. And she wouldn’t change her position and interrupt her sister’s sleep for anything in the world. Slowly, Elsa lifted a hand and moved her wrist. In a gust of fresh air, she opened the window just enough for Gale to enter.

“I could sense you twirling outside for a while now. Do you actually enjoy spying on people?” Whispered Elsa.

Gale had the equivalent of a giggle, and they flew to the nearby flower vase to play with the plant’s leaves.

“No no no, don’t play with indoors flowers. Kristoff spent a lot of time picking those for Anna.” Scolded Elsa, still low on her voice to not wake up the Queen.

The wind spirit swooped next to Kristoff. The blonde thought they were about to wake him up for fun, and was about to be frowning again, but thankfully, they only observed him.

There was a silence, only broken by Anna’s snores and the soft ringing of the wind. Gale seemed to be interrogative, hovering above the two lovers.

“They drank too much”, smiled Elsa as an answer. “That’s why they’re so tired.”

Her smile stretched when a pun came to her mind.

“And they didn’t even drink spirits”, whispered Elsa, then she wheezed.

Gale rang and twirled loudly in a shared laugh, and they both went into a cracked giggle. Elsa had to mask her mouth with her hand to not burst of laughter and wake her family up.

“Okay, okay.” She said once she retrieved her regular breathing. “Now go back to the Northuldra, and tell them that Arendelle is safe. And no need to be dramatic, uhm?”

Gale nodded and exited the room. Elsa shook her head and closed the window behind them. She lowered herself on the sheets, and closed her eyes to meditate and pass the hours.

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“We’re all gathered today...”

“Not all”, muttered Anna. 

She clenched her coat against her, trying with all her will not to cry. Her braids hanged on each side of her tired face as she looked down. She hadn’t slept in a long, too long, time. 

The bishop kept going on his speech. “...and the terrible loss of our King and Queen...”

Anna clenched her coat harder. She grasped it with so much force that she thought for a moment it would rip out of her fingers. Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Be strong. That’s what they want. That’s what they need.

Elsa blinked as she turned around when she heard Anna whisper this mantra to herself. She got a bit blinded by the sudden light of the room of memories. Why was Ahtohallan showing her something in the middle of her meditation? She wasn’t even dreaming. And it had been a while since the magic source sent her memories statues in her dreams. 

Unless it was a memory of hers... That her brain acted in her mind as she probably had fallen to sleep. No, it couldn’t be it; for two main reasons: Elsa could tell she wasn’t fully asleep, still feeling both the bed frame at the back of her head and the fresh air of the memory room at the same time. And secondly... She gasped as the noticed, putting a hand on her mouth. This wasn’t a memory of hers... But Anna’s. 

Elsa’s eyes widened as she walked through the scene literally frozen in time. A crowd, with everybody wearing mourning clothes... Some Arendelle guards, looking stiff... A bishop, currently reading a sorrow speech... And, Elsa pained to look at it: the two funerary stones of her parents. In the middle stood Anna, younger than her current self. Elsa couldn’t help but try to guess how old she was as she walked to the statue, until it hit her; of course she knew her age when their parents died at sea. 15. She was only 15. And in that moment, in a slap, at the terrible news, Anna had ended her teenage years. Her parents were dead, and she barely knew how to stand royally in front of a crowd. 

The fifth spirit gasped and some tears rolled on her face. Ahtohallan, why? Why this memory? Why now? Usually, when Elsa visited the glacier from time to time, she strategically avoided the bad memories. Was the source punishing her from doing so by forcing her to face this one? Elsa rubbed her crossed arms, curling a bit on herself as she walked to the memory of her sister. No, she could sense it in the magic air, Ahtohallan wasn’t punishing her in any way. They never had this kind of feeling toward each other anyway, they always share respect and sharing in the sort of relationship they had. Then why share this? Now? The same questions bumped in Elsa’s head again and again, and she had finally reached Anna’s level. 

Elsa didn’t rub the tears falling on her face and could feel them dig her cheeks, like furrows in dry earth. As she bent her head to see Anna’s expression while the bishop kept talking and the crowd remained silent, she was surprised to see that her sisters wasn’t crying. But by the way her eyes clenched shut, and her pout, she knew that she was close too; she knew that expression very well. 

The blonde never really dared to touch the memory directly; either good or bad. Yet now, she wanted to put her hand on Anna’s shoulder so badly. She looked so small. Looking down, a bit curled on herself like Elsa ironically was now, she seemed like a child. A child who suddenly got forced into adulthood, and new tears rolled on Elsa’s face as she let out a sob at this realization. 

She was about to bring her hand on her shoulder, when suddenly Anna moved, and looked to her right. Elsa was so focused on her that she didn’t pay attention to the fact that the bishop had ended his speech, and the crowd and soldiers were departing. The elder thought for a moment that her sister was looking at the headstone on her right, but it seemed like she was looking at the space between her and the stone. Elsa frowned in confusion, and noticed only then that Anna actually wasn’t exactly in the middle. She had left a place... Some space... For her sister.

“I’m sorry she didn’t come”, suddenly muttered Anna to the stones, her voice barely a whisper. She either didn’t want to be heard, or was too sad to be stronger. “I’m sorry.”

Elsa gulped at the way her soft, young voice echoed in the room, like a crystal. 

“No, I’m sorry...” Elsa said, her mouth trembling as she cried again. “You shouldn’t have waited for me... Oh, Anna...” 

She reached with her hand to touch the white memory, but the princess briskly moved, joining the crowd after a sniff. Elsa’s knees buckled, and she fell to the ice ground, tears going down her face. She looked at the memory of Anna walk away in sorrow, helpless. 

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Anna slowly woke up with a confused frown and a moan. Why was her face feeling wet? She blinked weakly, still a bit tired, and rubbed her face to take off the water on it. At the feeling of it, she understood it wasn’t water; it felt sticky, tacky. Those were tears. 

Confused, Anna looked up, and suddenly jolted at the sight. 

“Elsa??”

The blonde jumped in surprise, as she didn’t see that Anna had woken up. She urged to erase the tears on her face, rolling under her chin and accidentally falling on Anna, and sniffed as she rubbed her eyes. 

“Elsa, what is it?”

“H-hey... It’s nothing”, said the elder in a reassuring voice. 

Anna blinked, sitting up. She was fully awaken now. And faced her sister. “No, it’s not nothing. You just cried. A lot. What is it?” 

Elsa looked elsewhere, hoping she wouldn’t ask. 

“Did you have a nightmare? Was it a vision?” 

Damn. She did. 

Anna had gained a lot of wisdom through the last months; she knew exactly what would upset Elsa, and in which way. Here, she could tell that Elsa wasn’t crying because of something she reminded herself; whatever made her cry had been submitted to her.

“What was it?” Insisted Anna, having no answer from her elder. 

Elsa bit her lip as she looked around in the bedroom to avoid her gaze. Anna misinterpreted when she saw that Elsa’s eyes looked at Kristoff. 

“Do you want us to go to another room to talk about it?” Whispered the younger. “It’s okay if you don’t want Kristoff to hear. I understand.” Added Anna, already going off the sheets. 

Elsa grabbed her arm to stop her. The redhead noticed that she was slightly trembling. Whatever she had seen had shocked her. “No, stay. That’s not it... I just...”

There was a silence. 

“You just don’t want to look at me in the eyes”, noticed Anna. She sounded offended, but however was comprehensive.

It took a while, then Elsa finally consented to look at her sister. Anna’s teal blue eyes were so big and filled with support that she could burst into tears right then. The hand she had on her arm tightened more. Surprised, Anna put her fingers on it. 

“Please talk to me. What was it?”

Elsa gulped. “I don’t know how to explain it.”

Anna bent her head with a smile. “Take your time.”

She looked completely awake now, and Elsa wondered if she had slept enough. The blonde turned to the clock of the room. 

“Have you even slept? What time is it? I don’t want you to--”

“I’m fine, you little dummy. Look at me.” Insisted Anna, pulling Elsa’s shoulder back to her so she would face her again. “Go on.”

Elsa breathed in, and out, calmly. “It’s Ahtohallan. I don’t know why, but it showed me a memory... It was one of yours.”

Anna stared at her with some confusion. "Isn’t that... Normal?” 

"It is. But I rarely get visions of...”

The elder clenched the hand she had on the sheets. “Anna, I saw the funeral ceremony of Mother and Father. The one you...”

Elsa bit her lip, and suddenly talked fast, like she had just dropped a bag of feelings that instantly spilled. “...attended alone. And where you forced yourself to not cry, because you wanted to act like an example, a good example, and you didn’t want the crowd to see you as weak, but as a strong leader. And you were alone to give them this impression. Because I wasn’t there. And I know the pain that it caused you, and I could see the way you had waited for me, and how it hurt you, and...”

“Elsa, Elsa, Elsa... Calm down...” Interrupted Anna. 

In her rambling, Elsa had stopped whispering, and was now breathing heavily in an anxiety attack. 

“But you... You...” Gasped Elsa, breathless. 

“It’s in the past. All of it is in the past.” Assured her sister. “I’m good. Here, look.”

She approached her, still kneeling on the sheets as Elsa was sit against the bed frame, and hugged her warmly. “We’re together now. Always. And forever. Okay?”

She could feel Elsa breathing calm down little by little, and her arms trembled as she hugged her back. After a while, she seemed to be lulled in her younger’s embrace, and passed a hand in Anna’s hair, which she had untied before going to bed. “Th-thank you.” She gasped. 

“You’re very welcome”, smiled Anna. 

They parted the hug, and Elsa had a frown. “Why did Ahtohallan show me this memory? What the hell?”

Anna giggled at her expression. She shrugged. “I don’t know. You more than anyone knows how it works. If that’s even a ‘it’.” 

She bent her head. “Are you sure you haven’t been... Hallucinating? I mean, not in the hallucination way. I meant that positively. I mean... Are you certain that you weren’t daydreaming? Or just dreaming?”

Elsa shook her head. She was confused, but one thing was for sure: it had been real. “No, I genuinely connected to Ahtohallan. It can’t be my imagination. It felt like I was genuinely there. But as I didn’t attend the ceremony, it can’t be, right?”

Anna winced. “Yeah.”

She didn’t seem convinced, so Elsa tried to remember a significative detail. “Let me think of something... The bishop. He was on your right.”

Anna’s eyes widened. She remembered every detail of this terrible moment of her life, so her jaw dropped. Elsa noticed her reaction. 

“How could I know that if weren’t there??”

The redhead was speechless, which was rare and said a lot on her astonishment. “Okay, now I believe you.” She admitted after a few seconds. 

There was a long silence, awkward and emotional, only punctuated by Kristoff’s sleep breathing. 

“I need to go to the bathroom.” Murmured Elsa.

Anna got pushed aside by her elder as she went down of the bed. 

“No, wait, Elsa. We can talk about it.” 

The blonde didn’t reply, and simply walked to the door. 

“Elsa, look at me, please!” 

She turned around, confused. “What?”

Her blinking and face were so cute that Anna realized that Elsa genuinely wanted to go to the bathroom. “Oh. You were serious. I thought...”

Elsa snorted, and stepped out. “We’ll talk about it again at lunch. Sleep, for now, okay?” 

Anna nodded, and laid down on the sheets with a smile. Her collar was still fresh from Elsa’s cold tears that had dropped on it. 

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“And what’s the great news you wanted to tell Anna about the Forest?” Asked Olaf as he grabbed some raisin grapes from a plate to give them to Kristoff. 

He accidentally stuck his wooden fingers to a grape, and shook it nervously. It detached from his arm, and Kristoff helped him plant it in his body again with an amused eye roll. 

“Oh, yes! You said you wanted to tell me something.” Smiled Anna with a beaming face. 

She was delighted that he changed the subject. It had been an hour now that they hadn’t stop talking about the odd Ahtohallan memory submission, and she wanted to move on.

Elsa put her piece of cake to her mouth, pointing at him with her spoon. “Right! So...”

“Is it about Honeymaren?” Asked Olaf, interrupting. 

Elsa suddenly coughed, almost choking. Anna and Kristoff turned to her with astonished looks, and Olaf smiled widely. 

“So it is about Honeymaren.”

The blonde knocked her fist against her chest, trying to dislodge the piece of cake that got struck in her throat. 

Anna passed a hand in her back, worried and amused. “Are you okay?” 

Elsa nodded vividly, eventually swallowing correctly, and gave a dark gaze to Olaf. 

“What?” Shivered the snowman, understanding he did something wrong but not understanding why. 

Kristoff smiled as he took a sip of his glass. “So, what is it?”

Elsa wiped her mouth and cleared her throat. “We made some changes in the Northuldra village. We redesigned the main place with the tents, and made it bigger due to the new needs...”

She put her napkin down, and lifted both her hands, waving her arms around. Anna lifted her eyes and her smile widened as a three dimensional scale model made out of ice appeared in the air above the table with a magic glow. Kristoff let out an appreciative whistle, while Olaf gasped a “Waoh!!” that was way less discreet, and he bounced with happiness on the pile of books on which he was sitting to be at the level of the table. 

He almost fell off the pile, and Anna caught him right in time. She was now used to him falling over the pile of books, especially when he decided to read one of them in the middle of meals to give Kristoff and her some random trivia facts. 

“I added an access to the river with some ice stairs on the West... For the elders among the villagers.” Indicated Elsa as she pointed at a part of the relief map. She lifted her index finger, and a tiny stair case appeared, joining a field to a flow of snowflakes that glowed in a line, symbolizing the river. 

Anna’s eyes sparkled at the vision of the wonderful details that displayed above her head, and when Elsa showed another addition that the other spirits and her made to the village, she saw the admiration in her younger sister’s eyes, and had an emotional smile about it. She felt like she was 8 years old again, making it snow indoors in the great hall for her 5 years old sister. Anna let out a giggle as Elsa illustrated some Giants walking around the valley with her ice magic. 

The map was getting so gigantic now - and Elsa pretty much represented the whole forest there, Kristoff was amazed by how flawless and intricate Elsa’s ice could get - that it hovered the whole room. It was clear blue, and filtered the light in a beautiful way; the food on the table now appeared like they were underwater, covered by the floating model. Elsa kept going on her explanations, as her family remained silenced, too attentive and jaw-dropping to say anything, until she finished enumerating all her additions to the Sami village. 

“And that’s it. I guess. I’ll send you my drawings in my next letter if I forgot something and only notice it when I go back.”

Anna smiled and nodded, finally lowering her head. Her neck hurt a bit from spending so much time staring at the ceiling, and the fight of the day before.

“You know, I’ve said it a hundred times and I’m gonna say it again: you could be the best architect in the world.” 

“Thank you”, replied Elsa, who indeed said that for a hundred times as well.

Anna suddenly gasped when the blonde made the specific move of the hands that Anna knew was going to erase everything. 

“NO, WAIT!!”

“What?” Panicked Elsa, stopping in her move, and everybody stared at her. 

Anna realized how dramatic she had been, and laughed nervously. “I just... Can you leave it here? Please? It’s... It’s very pretty.”

Elsa blinked. “But it’s taking most of the place.”

Kristoff shrugged. “It’s at more than 3 meters from the floor, we’re good.”

The fifth spirit was still confused. “But it’s filtering the light! You won’t see much...”

“I like it.” Giggled Olaf, looking around, appreciating how everything seemed blue now. 

Elsa looked at them all, genuinely lost. “It’s very unpractical...”

“But it’s beautiful.” Said Anna, passing a hand in her elder’s back. “Can you leave it for a few days? You’ll just have to think about it to vanish it, right?”

“Yes, but...”

The redhead bent her head. “Don’t tell me that the Northuldra never compliment your work and creations, Elsa.”

“Of course they do. It’s just that...” Blabbered the blonde, and she understood what Anna meant by her words. “...When it’s of no use anymore, I just make it disappear. That’s all.” 

“Well I think this model should stay. It’s a nice deco.” Smiled Anna as she threw a berry in her mouth. 

Elsa smiled warmly. “Okay.”

A hour passed, and Gerda suggested that the sisters took some coffee in one of the living rooms while Kristoff and Olaf left for the stables. Gerda was delighted to see Elsa as well, and made sure that she had the most comfy cushions when she sat down on the couch. 

“Thanks, Gerda.” Chuckled the blonde. 

“You’re welcome, Your Highness”, chimed the servant, before exiting the room. 

Elsa lifted her eyebrows. “What did she call me?”

“‘Your Highness’, I think.” Laughed Anna. “Why? You seem surprised.”

“But I’m not Queen anymore.”

“You’re still a Princess.” Noted Anna.

“Only technically... And... I don’t know, I’m not sure I deserve to have royal titles anymore.”

“She probably said that more in a habit than anything else. And you have no idea how many dignitaries still call you Queen. And many address you as Princess Elsa. I don’t mind. And it’s way less weird than if she called you ‘Your Spirit’.” Joked Anna.

The elder nudged her. Anna laughed again. She had missed those little gestures. Her smile disappeared as she remembered that Elsa only was passing by.

“When do you need to go back? You probably have urgent stuff to do...”

Elsa shook her head.

“Don’t be ridiculous. The others can keep an eye on the forest for now. I can stay for coffee. And more than the whole afternoon. I won’t be leaving until your eye get better.”

Anna smiled fondly as a thank you, and Elsa smiled back on the couch. 

“On that note, could you... Uh... Make that ice bag again?”

“Sure.” 

The Fifth Spirit twirled her hands, and in a few blue swooshes, a new and fresh ice pouch appeared in her palms. She stood up to put it in Anna’s hand, and helped her apply it. “Go slowly, I made it really cold so it can stay for hours.”

“Great”, said Anna, and she focused on applying it. 

She then looked at Elsa with her able eye while she sat back down. “Soooo... Are we going to talk about her?”

Elsa frowned in confusion. “Who?”

“If what you wanted to tell us wasn’t linked to Honeymaren, then why did you nearly choke on cake when Olaf said her name? You got all aroused.”

“I wasn’t aroused!” Exclaimed Elsa, clearly blushing.

Anna chuckled. “Well, if you weren’t aroused, you are now...”

“Stop it. I’m not.”

“Oh yeah? Weird, because your ice bag strangely just got colder. And if that sign weren’t enough, there also are snowflakes floating above your head.”

Elsa’s eyes widened. She lifted her head quickly, but noticed there was nothing in the air. Anna burst out of laughter. 

“You just CHECKED!!”

The elder gave her a murder look. “It’s not nice from a Queen to lie.”

“You’re the one who fell for the trick.” Cackled Anna. 

“This is just mean. You know that it’s one of my biggest fears than to loose control again.”

“That will never happen, you and I both know that.” Smiled the redhead reassuringly. “You’re in full control now.”

Elsa agreed, but she still send her sister a big frown anyway. Anna stood up and sat next to the blonde on the couch. She checked the open door to make sure nobody was entering, and bent to her sister. 

“Come on, tell me. What is going on with Honeymaren?”

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What happens next? This is an interactive fanfic! You get to choose. For example, what happened (flashbacks)? What will happen (plot of the next chapter)? Give suggestions in your reblogs, fellas!

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Felix Month #2 Cat

Again here is another one. This will be tied to my other fic but can be read alone if needed. Also, that’s how all my stories will be. They will be connected in some way but some will be just alone stories and when it gets there I’ll tell you which one it is. And I plan on posting a story I’ve been working on soon I just need to plan it out a bit more. now on with the story under the cut. Also, @dargeon-lissa helped me with the name for Felix’s Chat Noir so shout out to her. forgot one more think @felixmonth

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Felix had no idea how this happened but for some reason, he is now currently a cat. Meanwhile, Plagg is laughing his ass off because of the situation.

“Hahaha oh my I completely forgot about this hahaha” Plagg said laughing

Felix just stared at him getting frustrated by the minute. “Plagg what is going on?!”

“Well you see ever so often the miraculous will play a trick on the wielder of the miraculous and it would seem that you are the victim this time?” Plagg informed Felix after finally calming down. 

“Did this happen with the Chat Noir before me?” Felix asked curiously.

Plagg suddenly got the look. The look that said that his past still hurts him, that to an extent he still misses his old miraculous holder. Felix suddenly felt bad for bringing it up. Plagg then answered, “No actually he just charged the miraculous but never did because the miraculous was taken away from him.”

“I’m sorry to bring it up Plagg,” Felix said

“No, it’s fine, it’s just that…” Plagg started but didn’t finish so he moved on, “the transformation will last for about 24 hours and it’s 7:00 am right now so tomorrow around the same time you will turn back.”

Felix knew Plagg was trying to change the subject and he let him, “alright but what about if there’s an Akuma and Ladybug needs help?”

“I can go inform Ladybug of the situation and that I will help as best as I can” Plagg explained. “In the meanwhile, you’ll have to hide”

“Well considering both my parents are on business trips and won’t come back until next month and I have no activities for today I can just relax and explore the city like a cat,” Felix reported.

It didn’t take long for Plagg to realize that Felix was like Adrien to an extent; they were both rich, they had absentee parents, and they were blond. But Felix, unlike Adrien, had shields up, was more work focused, and seem cold at first before revealing his true feelings. Felix was a classic tsundere but he was now Plagg’s kitty and nothing would change that. He even complained less about him demanding his camembert cheese.

“Well then you being black and having that bell will help Ladybug identify you in case you run into her civilian self and so Tikki won’t reveal herself to you and accidentally exposing Ladybugs identity before you two are ready. So can you wait until I come back to inform you that Ladybug has been informed of the situation?” Plagg asked

“Right ok I’ll wait here until you have informed Ladybug,” Felix said with confidence. But he was planning on how to escape his room since he did lock his door considering he was planning on doing some work on his project from school that was due in two weeks.

With that Plagg started making his way to Ladybugs/Marinette house.

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Marinette was having a pretty good day. It was a school day off so she had decided to focus on her designs and creating more of those clothes that she promised Allegra. She also started thinking of presents for her new friends. It’s been 2 whole months since she started a new school and had a new partner as Ladybug. She’s finally happy again after the toxic environment she was in. 

She was doing some finishing touches on a dress that was a gift for Allegra as her music recital was coming up soon. Then she heard a small knock coming from her trap door so she looked up and saw that Plagg waiting there. So she let him in and gave him a small hug. 

“Good morning Plagg how are you this nice morning. What brings you to my humble abode.” Marinette asked giggling

“I actually came to inform you that Chat de Nuit will be out of commission for 24 hours” Plagg informed Marinette.

“Oh, may I ask why?” Marinette 

“Plagg would it have to do with the Miraculous playing a prank on the wielder?” Tikki asked seeing as Plagg wasn’t panicking. 

“Wait, What?” Marinette asked staring at Tikki.

“Well you see Marinette the Miraculous sometimes like to play pranks on its wielders but the thing is that it’s always the same prank and the miraculous needs to ‘charge’ up before activating the prank.” Tikki explained, “And it would seem since Chat Nuit is new to being a superhero he probably hadn’t had time to transform as much he probably got the cat miraculous after it was almost fully ‘charged’”

“Well, what is the prank and will I activate the prank myself?” Marinette asked both curious and panicky.

“Well my kitty was turned into a literal kitty and if you want to identify him as to not accidentally run into him he will be a black cat with a silver bell and green eyes,” Plagg informed Marinette.

“And for you, the prank will affect you but not for a while and when it does happen you’re going to have to plan on hiding yourself somewhere safe if you and Chat haven’t revealed yourselves yet,” Tikki informed her

“Okay well I was going to go out later so I’ll be on the lookout for Chat de Nuit and pray that no Akuma shows up today.” Marinette said, “and as for my miraculous pranking me I’ll try to prepare myself later and ask about it later ok Tikki?”

“Got it” Both the kwami said.

“Alright Plagg I think you should go inform Chat Nuit that I have been informed of the situation,” Marinette told Plagg

Plagg nodded and gave Marinette and Tikki a quick hug each and left to tell Felix that ladybug was informed of his situation.

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Plagg got to Felix fast and told him that ladybug was informed of his situation.

“So now you can roam free without fear of Ladybug or you finding out each other’s identities on accident,” Plagg said confidently

“Well ok, then I shall see how being a cat is, but ill probably just go to the park and come back when I get tired,” Felix informed Plagg, “and so ill be off now see you when I get back.

With that Felix left his room from the window and started making his way to the park near Marinette parent’s bakery cause he had no interest in heading anywhere else. He was looking around and seeing the world differently from a different perspective. 

I don’t like being short though. Felix quickly made his way to the park. When he arrived there he decided to head to the bench had a bit of shade on it to take a quick nap. When he got there though he saw people on it so instead he made his way up the tree next to them. This is nice, I’ll just take a quick cat nap. 

                                                     ~~0~~

It was around 12:00 pm when Marinette decided to head to get some inspiration and hope no Akuma appears. She was drawing a blank on what design she should imprint on the gift she was making for Allans birthday coming up. She decided to sit on a bench nearest to her which was left empty. She sat down and started observing her surroundings. She then noticed a cat in the tree near the bench. 

What a cute Kitty Marinette thought to herself. It reminds me of Chat de Nuit. 

That’s when she remembered what Plagg warned her about a little earlier. This might be the cat that Chat de Nuit transformed into.

She took quickly gave a warning to Tikki not to come out while she sits down and starts drawing an outline of a hoodie inspired by the leaves of the trees and the fountain. She put the color of the leaves on it while she also started putting in white with the green. Marinette continued on with her design and was completely observed in her work that she didn’t notice the green eyes looking at her.

                                                     ~~0~~

Felix didn’t know how long it’s been since he fell asleep but when he woke up he was more refreshed than ever. Then he looked down and saw his friend Marinette on the bench below him working on a design. He decided to take a closer look and noticed she was working on something for Allans birthday. I better get something nice for him.

Felix made his way down to Marinette’s side and just sat there looking at her work. He suddenly felt a hand on his fur and he started purring. He quickly glanced on WHO was petting him and saw that it was Marinette. It would seem she was still really focused in on her project but subconsciously petting him. He didn’t mind though so he got closer to her thigh and started purring again. 

They both stayed like that for about 3 hours when Marinette’s stomach started glowing and she suddenly stopped moving. He took a glance at her and she was looking directly at him. This made him a bit anxious but then she smiled at him and everything was right with the world. 

“Well hello, kitty when did you get here?” Marinette asked but then Marinettes stomach started growling again and then Felix’s stomach also growled a little bit. “Well then seems like I’m hungry and so are you so how about you come with me before you head back to your owner”

Marinette then got up and Felix followed her. She grabbed her things and started heading to her house. Once she got there she quickly snuck Felix the cat up all the way to her room and headed back down to her kitchen to grab some food for herself and Felix the cat. 

Felix to this time to look around the room. He himself has only been here a couple of times but he always felt at home considering how empty his own home is. He jumped up to the Chaise longue and laid down and waited for Marinette. He didn’t have to wait long for Marinette came up and had 2 pieces of bread one for her and one for himself plus a bowl of soup. She set down her food on her computer table then gave the second piece of bread to Felix. They stayed that way for a while with both in comfortable silence and eating. When Felix finished his food he made himself comfortable on her Chaise longue and started to fall asleep. 

Marinette noticed this and decided to continue with her first project which was creating Allegra’s outfit. She started getting really observed in her project again and wouldn’t notice that both kwami’s were hiding together on her bed.

                                                    ~~0~~

It was getting late and they had spent their time together in peaceful silence and didn’t really bother each other. But since it was getting closer to nighttime Felix would have to leave soon and didn’t know how he was going to do that. Luckily Marinette noticed it was becoming night time and she quickly looked at Felix the cat.

“It would seem I should bring you back down and say goodbye to you and for you to go home kitty” Marinette getting closer then picking up Felix the cat. She started heading down to the ground level. After that, she opened the door that led out and put Felix the cat down, “Well this is goodbye kitty and I hope you get home safely.”

With that, she entered her house again and Felix started making his way back home. It didn’t take long and he quickly got in that way he got out, through the window. Once he got in there he saw Plagg waiting on his bed looking at him with a knowing look. He got on to his bed and under his covers getting ready for sleep.

“So what happened to explore the city huh,” Plagg asked smugly, “I thought you would explore more than the park and Marinettes room”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Felix said with a blush on his face, not that you can see it. 

“Uh huh sure,” Plagg said. And Felix thought that would be the end of it but then Plagg asked, “so how was your day spending it with your girlfriend huh?”

“She isn’t my girlfriend Plagg” Felix defended a little to fast and they both knew it, “She is just a friend who oh so happens to be a girl.”

“Sure kid” Plagg replied sarcastically, “just go to bed and you’ll be your human self tomorrow again.”

“Ok” Felix replied relived Plagg dropped the subject, “goodnight Plagg”

“Night kid and may you dream of your pretty princess” Plagg whispered

Plagg then went to his side of his bed with a sad look remembering that, that Chat Noir gave that nickname to Marinette also.

You really made a mess of things Adrien but at least now things and people are healing and that includes me.

[catradoramma]

I have a prompt for ya if you don't mind; Catra is having nightmares about what she did in the past when she was so bad and when Adora finds out about it she comforts her girlfriend.

The Black Bell Bush

Catra had hoped that by running away, she would be able to lose herself and forget the horrible things she had done. 

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this accidentally became a monster. it’s much longer than i intended, but i really hope you like it :))

Adora was sitting on the edge of a cliff. Her feet hanging over the edge as she leaned back on her hands and basked in the warm afternoon sun. She looked peaceful, and beautiful, and happy, and Catra wanted a share in that. So, she trotted over. 

“Hey Adora,” Catra said as she plopped down next to her. 

“Hey Catra,” Adora responded, keeping her eyes closed and her face turned up to the sun. There was this adorable little smile on her face, and Catra wanted to imprint this into her memory forever. “It’s such a nice day today,” Adora remarked.

Catra raised a brow, “Since when are you impressed by the weather?”

Adora sighed, “Since I realized you and the rest of the Horde were trying to ruin it.” She paused and turned to Catra, but her eyes weren’t her own. They were glowing, golden and blue—the eyes of She-Ra in the body of Adora. “I realized you were trying to destroy everything.”

“Adora—” Catra cut herself off, not really sure where she was going with that anyway. “What’re you even talking about?”

“Look around you, Catra,” She-Ra said. 

Catra opened her mouth to say that the world was fine, it was whole, it was beautiful, but within the space of a blink, everything changed. Gone was the beautiful, lush, green clifftop, replaced instead with a deep, red, sulphurous chasm. Where the air was clear and fresh before, it was now thick and choking with the smell of rot and ash. The sky was a horrible dark grey, and all around them were the sounds of the dying. 

Catra looked back at where She-Ra should have been, only to see her hands wrapped tightly around Adora’s throat. She was clawing at Catra’s hands, her eyes pleading her to stop as tears poured freely down her face. Catra wanted to scream, to cry, and to shout. She wanted to pull back and never touch again. 

Catra never hated herself more. 

And yet, she couldn’t make her hands move. She couldn’t pull away, she couldn’t do anything. 

Anything except watch the life drain form Adora’s eyes, feel her body go limp in her hands, now that she had killed her. 

No, now. Now was when Catra had never hated herself more.

— . —

Catra jolted awake, the room was dark, and somehow, Adora was still asleep next to her. Catra sat up and rubbed the heels of her hands into her eyes, a heavy sigh leaving her. Her rapid heartbeat slowed on the exhale, but something deeper in her chest kept her unsettled. There was no way Catra was going to be able to remain still for much longer, let alone fall back asleep. So with as much stealth as she could manage with her still-shaky limbs, Catra slid out from under the covers, and onto the balcony. 

The night was still and quiet, only the soft sounds of the night bugs in the forrest stirring the air. Their sounds were soothing: like white noise they drowned out some of the things Catra didn’t want to hear from inside of her won skull. The cool night air helped still her shaking—made her feel real and alive in a way the dream couldn’t. 

The dream. 

That’s what it was. Nothing more than something imaginary—made up in her own mind by the demons she’d thought she’d left behind when she left the Horde. Catra never killed Adora; she never would. 

Except…Catra had tried. Catra had tried multiple times to kill Adora, coming closer in some cases than others. Catra had given Adora countless scars, some visible, and others hidden. But they were there nonetheless. Catra had done horrible things to someone she loved. And how was that at all forgivable? How could Adora trust Catra not to harm her while she slept? How could Adora trust Catra at all?

Catra didn’t deserve that. 

Catra didn’t deserve anything. 

Least of all Adora’s trust. 

So with that, Catra leaped off the balcony and into the night. 

Adora was better off without Catra muddying up her life. 

— . —

Catra must have fallen asleep sometime in the middle of the night, because when she woke up, the area around her was completely unfamiliar, the light shining down in between the leaves of the trees overhead not helping much at all. 

Catra was lost. 

It was with a heavy sigh that Catra began walking. She didn’t even know where she was going to go. She couldn’t go back to the Horde: they’d kill her on sight for defecting. And she definitely couldn’t go back to Bright Moon: Adora deserved better and Catra didn’t know if she could give Adora better. 

Not that Catra really knew how to get to either place anyway. 

Catra didn’t know how long she’d been walking for when she saw it. It was a wonderfully unassuming bush placed in the middle of a small clearing—so small that it probably wasn’t even visible from the air. What caught Catra’s eye however, was the large dark purple fruit that was dangling from the branches. 

A low grumble from Catra’s stomach reminded her of the fact that she hadn’t eaten since the night before. The bush was so full of fruit; literally weighed down by the stuff, and Catra was just so hungry, the decision was basically made for her. 

Catra approached the bush carefully. She picked a fruit off one of the branches and sniffed it. It didn’t smell poisonous—it actually smelled wonderful—and with that, Catra bit into it. 

It was sour, but not in a bad way. It made her tastebuds tingle and her nose scrunch up, but the juice that splashed on her tongue felt so refreshing that Catra immediately took another bite. Soon, Catra had finished the fruit and began licking her fingers of the juice. 

The fruit was just what Catra needed, and with her hunger satisfied, Catra decided to take a break. She plopped down onto the grass, a sense of odd contentment washing over her. 

Catra closed her eyes and basked in the sun for a few minutes, allowing herself to just feel happy. She was alone in the woods and Catra would be damned if she didn’t let herself just relax for a minute. 

Catra was lost. 

That was obvious. But it wasn’t so bad. Maybe Catra could find her own path; go her own way; create her own adventure away from anyone else. 

Catra no longer had any affiliation to anyone.

That was fine. Catra was happy alone. When Catra was alone no one could undermine her. No one could tell her she was useless and weak, call her a traitor or a liar. Alone was how Catra worked best. 

Catra was lost.

She felt like she’d covered this one already. 

Catra had no one who would want to find her. 

That…

Catra would remain lost forever.

Wait—

Catra would remain alone forever.

Hold on—

No one wanted Catra, not even Catra.

You’re right!

That’s right. 

Catra wanted to get away. Get away from the suspicion, the abuse, and the guilt. But most of all, she wanted to get away from herself. 

Catra had hoped that by running away, she would be able to lose herself and forget the horrible things she had done. 

Yes, that’s what Catra wanted. Catra wanted to disappear; to absolve herself of all of her crimes. 

Suddenly, Catra’s body feel like it weighed a million pounds; like Catra couldn’t possibly move any part of her body even if she tried. 

She laid on her back, her arms splayed on either side of herself and just stared up at the sky. Or, what she could see of the sky. The foliage was pretty thick from the very bottom of this part of the forest, so Catra’s staring ended up being focused mostly on the way the leaves moved in the wind, and the way the light caught them. 

Catra didn’t know for how long she laid there. Time slipped away from her like water held in cupped palms. 

It was all very strange. Catra had fought all her life. Fought to be better, stronger, faster than Adora. Catra was constantly pitted against Adora by Shadow Weaver, was constantly told she was useless, and was constantly distrusted. Catra worked so hard to find a place for herself in the world, and yet, here, laying on her back, lost in the middle of the Whispering Woods, Catra has found the most peace. 

There was no one here to side-eye her in the halls; there was no one here to trip her during training; there was no one to tell her she was on the wrong side of the war. Catra could just be here. Catra could exist free of fear, free of prosecution, free of guilt. 

Here, Catra was just another part of the whispers of the Wood. 

So she remained still, like a log rotting away back to the earth, her mind blank and her body heavier than anything Catra had ever tried to move in her life. 

— . —

It was dark again when she heard voices. Not the quiet ones so often associated with the Whispering Wood, but louder voices. Voices that were shouting. What were they shouting? Why did that voice tug so much on her heartstrings?

“Catra?” The voice called. The callers voice was beautiful and getting closer.

“Catra!” The caller was at the edge of the wood, but she couldn’t open her eyes far enough to make out more than a vague shape of a being. 

“Catra,” the caller was speaking much quieter now, their voice still frantic. The caller’s hands hovered over her body, almost unsure. “Catra, what happened to you?” The caller had water coming out of their eyes. She wanted to wipe it away. Something about the caller sparked something deep inside of her chest. 

“Haa,” was all she could manage to say, her voice feeling completely used up. There simply was nothing left. 

The caller sobbed and began pulling her shoulders. There was something holding her to the ground; some sort of fibre had wrapped around her and the caller was breaking it. The caller cried as they pulled her free, gathering her weak limbs to their chest. 

The caller ran their fingers along her face. “Catra,” the caller sobbed and pressed their forehead into hers. “I’ve been looking for you for almost two days,” the caller’s voice cracked, “I thought I’d never see you again.”

She had no one who would want to find her.

Except that was wrong now wasn’t it?

“Haa,” she tried again, something important building up in her gut.

“Shh, Catra, save your energy,” the caller hushed, rocking her gently. The caller’s body was warm and soft, she never wanted to let go. She allowed herself to relax into the arms of the figure holding her, her eyes slipping closed and into sleep.

— . —

When Catra woke next, the first thing she recognized was the pain. Her entire body ached as if she had been run over by a million tanks and then forced to go through one of Adora’s “fun” morning workouts. 

The next thing she noticed was fact that she wasn’t in the forest anymore. Instead she was in the castle at Bright Moon, but she wasn’t in her and Adora’s bed. She was in the infirmary. 

The last thing she noticed was the slumped figure of Adora clutching at Catra’s hand, her head pillowed on Catra’s stomach, seemingly struggling though a fitful sleep. Catra’s mouth twitched half-heartedly into a smile. 

Adora was just so beautiful. Even when she looked like she hadn’t slept in days. Even when her hair was falling out of its tail. Even when she was saving Catra. 

Especially when she was saving Catra.

With whatever strength Catra could muster, she raised her unclaimed hand and pressed it into the messy hair on the top of Adora’s head, scratching at her scalp gently. Adora pressed into Catra’s hand, her head burrowing farther into Catra’s belly as her eyebrows furrowed. She was waking slowly, her hold on Catra’s hand tightening.

“Adora,” Catra’s voice was raspy and weak, but in the silence of the infirmary, it sounded like a shout and had that exact effect on Adora who shot up, awake immediately. 

Her eyes were wide and glassy as she stared at Catra. As soon as she saw that Catra was awake Adora disentangled herself from Catra as if she’d been burned. Catra furrowed her brows. 

“I’m sorry, Catra, I don’t know why you left, but you did and then I brought you back here. And maybe I shouldn’t have done that, but you were dying and I couldn’t just let that happen and the closest medical staff was in Bright Moon,” Adora was rambling, her hands moving around herself as her mouth moved, her words stumbling over each other into one big jumble. 

“Adora,” Catra rasped, reaching her hand out to steady the other girl. “Adora, calm down.” Catra sighed a little, feeling enormously guilty for making Adora feel like this. For making her worry, not just about Catra’s disappearance, but also about whether she was going to live or die. Which—hold on—that was something Catra didn’t remember happening. 

“Adora, what even happened?” Catra felt like her mouth was full of cotton and her head full of bees. 

Adora’s eyebrows furrowed. “What do you mean?” Adora crossed her arms, “You don’t remember anything?”

“I—” Catra started, but then through the swarm of buzzing in her head, Catra remembered her nightmare. She remembered the way Adora’s eyes had looked as Catra strangled the life out of her; how they sone with betrayal, and anger, and sorrow. How they’d gone from vibrant blue, to stormy grey, to a dull, bloodshot charcoal. 

Catra remembered, and suddenly she wished she’d never been saved at all. 

“Catra?” Adora crooked an eyebrow, her face melting into something more concerned than defensive. 

Catra didn’t say anything: she didn’t want to have to explain her disappearance to Adora. She didn’t want to explain the way it felt to have her own hands wrapped around the neck of the love of her life. She didn’t want to talk about it. She didn’t want to talk about anything. She wanted to go back to sleep. 

“Catra, do you remember what happened in the forest?” Adora’s voice was so soft and her arms had uncrossed themselves. 

Catra cut her eyes to look at Adora for a moment, then she looked away. “No,” Catra finally said. “I don’t remember much after I—“ Catra’s voice broke, but she pushed through. “After I left.”

Catra watched Adora clench her eyes shut in her periphery. “Catra—” Adora’s voice caught on the word and she pushed the heels of her hands into the sockets of her eyes. “Catra, that was a Black Bell bush,” Adora pulls her hands away, “It uses the whispers in the Wood to trick it’s pray into eating the fruit, which causes them to sleep, and then the plant devours them!” 

“Fruit?” Catra mumbled, searching through her memory for what Adora might have been talking about—

Catra had hoped that by running away, she would be able to lose herself and forget the horrible things she had done. 

—and then it all came flooding back. The dark purple fruit, the whispers that sounded more like thoughts from inside of her head then from outside, the extreme fatigue that had overtaken her. Catra remembered it, and although she couldn’t remember when Adora had saved her, she knew that she had been barely a moment away from death. 

Catra wondered for a moment if maybe Adora should have just left her there.

“Catra?” Adora reached forward and grabbed Catra’s hand as if she could hear what Catra was thinking. “Catra, why did you leave?”

Catra’s eyes fluttered shut against the tears that were threatening to spill. “Adora I—”

“Catra, I know things haven’t been easy for you here ever since you got caught out as a rebellion spy, but, God, I thought things were getting better,” Adora pulled herself closer to catra, wrapping both of her hands around Catra’s one. “Just because you’re not leading major missions right now doesn’t mean that we don’t see you as important as before.”

“Adora, it’s not that,” Catra started.

“Then what is it?” Adora was visibly upset. “Things between us were finally getting good. I got to have you with me all of the time again, and God, Catra, I love you so goddamned much. I—” Adora cut herself off, her emotions choking her. “I thought you left me forever, and I thought that was what I deserved for leaving you the first time.”

Catra sighed, reaching out to hold Adora’s head in her hands. “Adora, I—” Catra started then sighed, “I left because I’m afraid.”

“Afraid of what?” Adora pressed their foreheads together. It made Catra feel a million times better. 

“I’m afraid I’m going to hurt you,” Catra whispered into the air between them.

“What?” Adora pulled away a little, her voice soft, but totally confused. “Catra what—”

“I had a dream,” Catra looked away from Adora: she couldn’t look at Adora when she told her. “I killed you. And I’m afraid I’ll do that in real life.”

“Catra,” Adora turned Catra’s face to look at her. “Catra I have never worried about that once. Do you know why?” 

Catra shook her head just a little. 

“Because I know you would never hurt me,” Adora sounded so sure that Catra almost believed her.

“Adora—” Catra started, but Adora cut her off. 

“No, I have never felt unsafe around you. Your fear of hurting me? That’s proof that you never will,” Adora smoothed her hand across the top of Catra’s head, stopping to scratch lightly at Catra’s ears. 

Catra tried to stop herself from purring, but the way Adora’s fingers pressed into the sensitive flesh behind her ear pulled it out of her. 

“Adora, I just—” Catra started, placing a hand on Adora’s bicep.

“I know you’re afraid, but you really don’t have to be,” Adora chuckled a little, “I am the goddess She-Ra now.”

“Does the goddess She-Ra have impenetrable skin?” Catra deadpanned. 

“No,” Adora said, her smile not flagging, “But it’s pretty darn close.”

Catra sighed, a little smile cracking her face. She leaned up to press a kiss to Adora’s lips. Catra’s fear wasn’t going to go away forever, but the soft press of Adora’s lips, her gentle words, the wonderful colour of her eyes, chased them away for now. 

[fanficparker]

Ocean Eyes | Haz mini series | Part 3

Pairing: (Strangers to Friends to Lovers!) (Imaginary Love Triangle!) (Accidental Adultery!) Harrison Osterfield x Reader

A/n: It was my first ever fanfic, I earlier posted it on instagram and so thought of posting it here too. It’s trash. Check my masterlist for other fics, one-shots & more parts. IT’S A MINI SERIES, SO THERE ARE A LITTLE MORE THAN USUAL TIME SKIPS. I HOPE IT ISN’T THAT ANNOYING *prays*.

Word count: 3.7K

Warning: Angst, Painful Misconceptions, swearing

Description: Y/n Y/l/n, a doctor by profession, loner by destiny, having just a little celebrity crush on a British actor Tom Holland. Her whole life changes when she accidentally bumped into a blue-eyed man on a rainy dark night, who was supposed to be Tom’s best friend Harrison Osterfield. What will happen when Harrison starts to fall for her? This celebrity crush on Tom is intended to create some drama ;)

Part 3…

“Was Haz just about to kiss me? Or it was just my imagination?” you mumbled to yourself after Haz left with Tom. You don’t want to assume something that actually never happened. At least you had him by your side as a friend and a companion. Spending this long time with him had made you fall for him already. But you didn’t want to ruin your friendship with the blue-eyed boy, just because of these feelings. You washed your face, and applied your chapstick, to get a refreshing look after all that crying.

You walked out, spotting him waiting for you. You had some great cocktails, talked to some people at the party, they all were lovely to talk with, you wondered that, you registered that were panicking in vain… Soon music started playing and everyone started dancing. The atmosphere was so cheerful that you felt a little bit shy showing your dance skills. You shyly held Harrison’s hand which he offered for dance. He didn’t start dancing slow, rather he grabbed your waist and pulled you with him to a high note song. As the music proceeded, the beats started to amplify, he started spinning you rapidly, but ensured that you always landed in his arms. You almost were clinging to him, due to his swift dance moves. You both couldn’t help, but laugh and giggle at your ’fun’ dance. Soon, Zendaya announced that it was time for getting into the pool. You were a bit nervous. Haz asked you to go to the pool first, but as you were hilariously nervous, you denied his offer.

“Haz, hmm. I don’t think I’m going into the pool”

“Oh, so you think I will let you back off this easy?” he showed an amused grin. “Huh? What do you me(an)?…” Before you could say anything else, he just picked you up in his arms and jumped into the pool carrying you.

“Oh gosh Mr Harrison Osterfield, at least you should have warned me” you yelled tucking your now wet hairs behind your ears, that stuck on your face. “It won’t be fun, if I would have warned you Ms Y/n Y/l/n” he laughed like 10 years old. You, Haz, Tom and others played for really long in the pool. By playing, it meant stupidly splashing water on each other. But was no doubt, super fun. You had a lot of fun there. You all danced more, had more drinks, had food, talked more and more. In short, it was an amazing day. It was finally the time to go home, and you were already exhausted. Tom went to his house so did everyone else. Haz and you went to his house. You felt so tired that you slept in the car itself.

“Sleepyhead, we reached home, get up” Haz shook your shoulders. In an extreme dizzy voice, with closed eyes, you replied “I can’t walk, good night” you yawned as your head rested on the car’s headrest. Seeing your childish behaviour, he couldn’t stop giggling. After like ten seconds of you not getting up, he finally decided to get you in himself. Without even saying any other word, he picked you up in his arms.

“What the fuck Haz, get me down!” you said waking up, afraid that maybe you could fall off. “Nope” with the ‘ope’ sound he playfully giggled, as you gripped his shoulders.

“Aren’t you tired of the party? How are you even lifting my weight after that exhausting party?” you questioned surprisingly as he carried you inside the house, unlocking the door. “I can never be tired for you,” he said with a soft tone, making you smile and blush at the same time. He reaches your room softly resting you in the bed, putting covers on you.

“Good night, Y/n” he whispered kissing your forehead. He switched off the lamps. walking away, when you grabbed his arm.

“Thank you for today, and sorry for all the nonsense crying, sorry” you pleaded as he looked at you. “It’s alright, it happens sometimes” he replied pressing his lips.

“If you want you can sleep here. I don’t mean it that way, I mean just… ” he interrupted you. “I get that,” he said tittering. And he got into the covers with you. You got closer to his chest listening to his heart beats when he pulled you closer, cuddling with you. It was nothing sexual, just very friendly and soothing. The sound of his heartbeats made you feel relaxed from the exhausting day, getting you asleep really soon.

•••

Next morning, you got up unable to spot Haz beside you. He woke up and left before you. You brushed your teeth, wore your spectacles and started walking down. You had a gut feeling like something good was going to happen. You reached near the kitchen seeing Harrison standing with a girl. Oh. My. God, if after all this you get to know that he has a girlfriend, then you would really faint Something good? Seriously my gut! You started walking towards them and cleared your throat and yelling “Good morning,” making both of then turn towards you.

“Good morning y/n” Haz greeted you cheerfully. “Yeah good morning.” the girl too greeted you with a big smile. The girl looked familiar.

“By the way, I’m Charlotte, Harrison’s sweet little sister..” she introduced making all your fear vanish away. “Adding 'sweet’ wasn’t necessary,” Haz said in an amused voice. You instantly remembered, seeing some of her pictures hanging across the house, plus on Harrison’s Instagram.

“OMG nice to meet you Charlotte, you don’t know how glad I’m to meet you,” you said trying not to look over-excited.

“ And I’m….” she interrupted you completing the sentence. “Y/n..of course, I know you it’s been an hour since I am here, and the only person this div is talking about is you” she giggled as a tint of red covered your face. “Hey, Y/n eat your breakfast fast and get ready, we gotta go to the mall for shopping” Charlotte squealed, making you confused. “Shopping, all of a sudden? I still have enough clothes”

“So, Haz didn’t tell you yet? and by the way, a girl never has enough clothes!” You gave her a tight-lipped smile. “And what hasn’t told me?” you asked her, but instead of her, Harrison spoke up.

“Hmm. Y/n I just wanna ask you… if you could come with me to the red carpet of Tom’s new movie 'Chaos Walking’, I have a small part in it…” he asked rubbing the back of his head.

“Me? Red carpet? Movie red carpet? With so many celebs?” you blurted out. “Come on Y/n, Haz never asks anyone, you should go with him.” she insisted. You were hell nervous and excited at the same time but acted calmly. “Hmm, as you both are insisting, I will go, it will be a new experience for me” Your answer instantly plastered a wide smile on Harrison’s face, and you could feel yourself blushing.

“Great, we will leave in an hour, get ready..! ” Charlotte squealed. All three of you ate the cereals, and you rushed to the bathroom for a shower. As you got to attend such a grand function, you properly washed and dried your hairs. You wore a comfortable casual outfit so that it would be easy trying dresses in the dressing room. You put on your contact lenses, took your credit card and started walking down. 45 minutes have already passed, and Charlotte was eagerly waiting for you.

“You are ready before time, great let’s go, and by the way, I don’t drive yet, so can you drive us y/n?” she asked seeing you.

“Oh yeah of course.” She tossed you the keys and you both walked out, just about you were going to shut the main door, Harrison showed up.

“Hmm, Y/n it would be great if you pick up something that’s black, cause my suit is black too…”, he said nervously shaking his head.

“Oh yeah of course!” you smiled wide, instantly pecking his cheek, running out of the house as your face became red as a tomato, not knowing that his face was even redder…

•••

You and Charlotte reached the mall, hunting for a perfect black dress for you to wear on the red carpet. Charlotte literally was so amazing to hang out with, she was so funny, so friendly and so open to you. You both had a lot of fun during the dress hunt, like grabbing ice-creams, egg rolls etc. Finally, a dress caught Charlotte’s eyes.

“Look, Y/n, that dress looks perfect!” she yelled in excitement, pointing her finger to a dress. Your eyes widened seeing that dress. “That’s dress is hell elegant, extremely amazing, and-and it’s not meant for me, it’s for models!” you backed off, trying to get out of the store, but she again pulled you in.

“Come on! At least try it! Please” she pleaded in a childish gesture.

“Hhuuhh!” you groaned as she handed you the dress. You went into the dressing room, the dress was so heavy, no doubt it had lightly weighted lacework on the top and quarter sleeves, but the bottom was extremely heavy, layered by at least 5 layers of the thick can-can, making the dress look really puffy and graceful. You couldn’t dress in that heavy dress alone, so you took the help of an employee, who got you dressed properly. You came out, only to see Charlotte jumping on her toes squealing.

“We are buying it! It’s finalllllll!! It looks so good on you!” You simply nodded, as you too liked that dress. The dress was a solid black, flowy evening gown, highlighted with beautiful lace word around the neck and sleeves, also the dress was priced decent, so you had no problem in buying it. You both then purchased matching sandals and jewellery. You even gifted Charlotte a beautiful bracelet that caught her eye, even when she argued. You finally got into the car, it was already 4 pm and the red carpet starts at 7 pm.

•••

Charlotte took you to her family stylist. You had never got ready via, a professional stylist, so it was new for you, but you found it quite pleasant. How can you not? You just gotta sit there peacefully, while they do the job. After a whole 2 hours of dress-up and styling, you finally saw yourself in the mirror.

“Woah! Is that really me?!” that reflection looked so different, from your normal simpleton look. “Someone’s gonna faint today!” Charlotte squealed behind you. You just looked down in embarrassment, knowing whom she’s referring to. “I don’t think I can drive in this dress,” you stated, as it was obvious. “Don’t worry, Haz will pick you up. I had already called him” Charlotte informed, smirking.

“What.! You called Haz to pick me up, I’m not ready to face him with this look!!” Charlotte couldn’t even get the chance to reply, as you heard a car horn. Most probably it belonged to Harrison. “Haz is here!” Charlotte smirked, as she peeped through the blinds. “Why am I getting so nervous to face him?” you asked yourself, even though you already knew the answer. You can’t even figure out, how all this escalated! You had a celebrity crush on Tom! How did you fell for his best friend then?! How can’t you? He has everything you wished your dream partner had. He’s so kind, he’s so soft, cute and hot at the same time. Not forgetting to mention how much he cares for you.

“Go out Y/n, else you guys will get late.” Charlotte got you out of your thoughts. You were worried, that what if Haz doesn’t approve your look? All you wanted was to impress him. You tried gathering some confidence and moved out, only to see Harrison standing by the car. His eyes widened at your sight, making you look at your feet, as your face was on fire. You moved your feet, walking close to him. You raised your head to face his perfect look, in that classy black suit and tie.

“You look amazing. Like a princess… queen… angel” he blurted out, raising the temperature of your cheeks even higher. All you hoped was that the concealer and makeup could hide your hilarious blushing state.

“Can’t be 3 people at the same time,” you said, trying to calm down.

“You look amazing too,” you said, smiling, as he smiled back and made his way to the car, letting open the door for you. As you both seated, he ignited the engine and started driving. An uncomfortable silence filled the car. His eyes were concentrated on the road, you can tell, that he was a little bit nervous as the loud sound of his breath could be heard clearly. He wanted to say something, but couldn’t say. You tried to break the silence.

“Black colour highlights your ocean blue eyes.” you genuinely complimented, making him turn his head towards you.

“Ta-that-thanks” he replied, his lips were shaking along with his legs, as his gaze again shifted towards the road. Never in his life ever, he was so nervous around someone. He had been in relationships earlier, but he never felt anything. But with you, he felt different, even though you weren’t his girlfriend. All he wanted was to simply ask you if you wanted to be his girlfriend? But he couldn’t. He has proposed two other girls in his life earlier, it was so easy then, but this was different. For them, it was a mere attraction, but for you it was love. Having you by his side for almost a month, made him feel so special. No matter how much tired he was after a party, no matter how much sad he was after been rejected in an audition, every time he saw your face, he couldn’t help, but forget everything bad happening around him. For more than a week he is planning to tell you, for more than a week he’s failing for the same, making him more lovesick. He was afraid that you like his mate, Tom. The person who was a lot more successful than him, the man who has much more fans than him, the man getting signed for more than eight movies in a major role in 2019. And he was still a struggling actor, just getting part in short films or some minor roles in movies. And after what happened in the last game of the pool party at Zendaya’s house, things only got worse for him, no matter he never talked about it yet. He couldn’t develop guts to ask you, he was afraid that you’ll reject him, for his best mate. He was afraid that it will even ruin his friendship with you.

He pulled the brakes, as he reached the destination. The guards opened the door for you both, as you stepped out. He slowly gave you his hand to hold, you accepting his hand made him a little relieved, but still, he was worried. Worried that you will see him and Tom both in the movie. Tom in a lead role and him in just a cameo. His thoughts were disturbed by the paparazzi clicking pictures of you and him together, your smile as you pose with him, making him a bit relieved again. Being part of a movie premiere was something new for you. You were so nervous before, but because of Harrison’s presence, all your nervousness vanished away. You saw Tom Holland and Daisy Ridley busy in questions. You met Tom’s family over there. His mom and brother Harry were there to attend the premiere too. All of you proceeded to watch the movie.

Harrison was sitting beside you, reading your expressions as you watched the movie. He tried to understand, how were you perceiving Tom and was waiting to see your reaction on his cameo too. You felt his gaze on you, making you turn towards him, smiling.

“The movie is really amazing!” you whispered to him. “Yeah, it is” he replied shifting his gaze again towards the screen.

“A… and how’s Tom doing?” he questioned, not looking at you.

“He’s doing great as always,” you replied smiling. He started softly tapping his feet, looking down, realizing that his cameo is just going to arrive. He regretted bringing you with him, he felt embarrassed, thinking what if you compared him with Tom. He was lost in his thoughts, extremely worried when you tapped his shoulder, making him lift his head to look at you with a 'huh?’ expression.

“Look it’s you!” you squealed, pointing your finger at the screen with the biggest ear to ear smile. He instantly looked at the screen, seeing himself and then back to you. Your eyes were concentrated on the screen, as you slowly clasped your hand in excitement. Your eyes were shining, mouth open in admiration.

“You did amazinggggg…” you whispered-yelled turning towards Harrison.

“You liked it?!” he questioned in disbelief.

“Are you kidding me? I freaking loveddd it!!!” you gave him a side-hug, making his heart feel warmer, a big smile instantly plastering on his face.

“Thx” he replied, as he kissed your hairs softly. The movie was overall great. You all proceeded for the dinner. You, Harrison, Tom, his mom Nikki and his brother Harry settled across a table eating and chattering everything about the movie.

“You look really gorgeous Y/n, like if you could even get a lead role in a big movie!” Nikki appreciated your look.

“Thx” you replied, a bit shy.

“Yeah, mom’s right. You’re literally looking amazing Y/n.” Tom joined his mom to compliment you, making you more embarrassed.

“Thank you,” you replied, smiling. Harrison again felt that tightening in his chest, seeing you blushing at Tom’s compliment. It was obvious that he was over-thinking, it’s normal to get embarrassed, but he was afraid that he was a part of a love triangle. He was afraid that you liked Tom when he himself loved you. He wasn’t sure how his best friend perceives you, but he was still afraid of the thing that didn’t exist.

“Excuse me.” you excused yourself, as you felt your phone ringing. It was just a call from one of your fellow doctors. You stood up, walking out to take the call, ensuring you don’t disturb the dinner.

“So, how are you guys doing?” Tom questioned his best mate.

“Who? What doing?” Harrison replied, with a slightly tugged chin, in an oblivious state.

“Oh come on Haz, don’t act. I can see you and Y/n.” Tom raised his eyebrows, with a smug look.

“What?! Haz and Y/n are together.” Nikki almost yelled, making a tint of red cover Harrison’s face, thinking of the word ’together’.

“Nah, mom! I’m sure, he hasn’t even made a move. He’s a pussy.” Tom said, amuse filling his voice. “Don’t fucking swear in front of mom Tom!” Harry finally joined the conversation. “Like ’fucking’ isn’t a swear word,” Tom argued back. “Ugh!! You both don’t start now.” Nikki groaned throwing her hands on the table. “K” both of them stopped arguing.

“So when are you asking her Haz? ” Nikki questioned, as Harrison got flustered again.

“I-I don’t know,” he replied, he was relieved that Tom didn’t have that kind of interest in you, but he can’t say the same for you.

“As I said he’s a pussy” Tom laughed, pausing after half a minute, realizing that he was the only one laughing at his own joke.

“Come on Haz, tell her. Do you even like her?” Harry asked of curiousness. “Like her? Are you kidding me? I freaking love her!!!” Harrison replied with a little-cracked voice. “Then just go and tell her! ” Nikki pointed.

“I-I don’t know if she feels the same or not, you know I don’t wanna ruin our friendship,” he replied, pressing his lips. “How can you say, till you give it a try and as speaking of friendship, I don’t think she can ever be mad at you.” she comforted. “Thx” Harrison replied, still not completely relieved.

“You know I love her, more than anyone else. It’s so tough to confront someone. You are always afraid that you’ll lose them. I don’t wanna commit any mistake.” Haz said looking down, with his fingers continuously fidgeting, as Harry patted his shoulder, trying to comfort him.

None of them were aware that you were eavesdropping, and it was even more dangerous than you thought as you only overheard the last half of the conversation, totally oblivious to the fact that the girl Harrison was describing was you. You shouldn’t have overheard them, but you couldn’t stop yourself, as the word ’love’ slipped out of Harrison’s tongue making you feel vulnerable.

Now you were the one in pain, the one worried of the thing that didn’t exist for you, the love triangle, between you, Harrison and that mystery girl he was in love with. Your heart walls felt like clenching, making your breathing laboured. You were in love with this blonde-haired, blue-eyed man you bumped into in LA, weeks before. Imagining him with someone else, was too much for you to handle, after all, no-one ever made you feel like home, barring him.

Weren’t you a loner before you bumped into him? Wasn’t he the one who drove you out of all your physical insecurities? But these things no longer concerned you, cause you were already broken. You can’t bear to even know who’s he talking about.

You decided to leave.

Leave him!

You turned on your heels violently, rushing out of the dining hall. The loud click-clack sound of your heels grabbed Harrison’s attention, only to see you rushing out of the dining hall.

(TBC) (IT’S A MINI SERIES, SO THERE ARE A LITTLE MORE THAN USUAL TIME SKIPS. I HOPE IT ISN’T THAT ANNOYING, THX FOR ALL YOUR SUPPORT, LOVE YOU) (PART 4 COMING TOMORROW)

[thekrazykeke]

I listened to Queen Naija’s Medicine while writing this. Sorry if it’s trash. It’s 4 am. I tried.

@braexx @wakandanmoonchild @wikiwakanda @theultimateblacknerdwithglasses @adiafegan @melaninmarvel @forwakandaalways

i. ii.

You woke up with a smile. Something that hadn’t occurred for months. Refreshed and rejuvenated. Still smiling faintly, you sat up in bed, the sheets falling off of your shoulders to pool around your waist. 

“It’s gon be a good day today.”

Getting out of bed, throwing the covers off of your body, you pad over the plush carpet to the right. Twisting the doorknob, you bite back a shiver as the gust of cold air from the bathroom hit you in the face. Proceeding inside, you close the door and shed your night clothes, walking to the shower. Taking your time going through your daily morning routine, once that’s finished, you get dressed in lounge wear, but even that’s cute. 

And why are you feeling this great? Well, why the fuck not, bih! The sun is shining and you’re alive. That’s enough reason to celebrate in and of itself. 

“Hey Buddy!” Greeting your canine companion cheerfully, you scratched behind his ears, smiling as his tongue lolled out and he tilted his chin up. “That’s a good dog. That’s a good dog, yes, you are. Yes, you are, baby.” Standing up again, you walked to where you kept the dog food stored and filled Buddy’s food and water bowls up. “Mommy loves you, you’re such a good boy.” You continue to coo for a few minutes, brushing a hand over his fur again as the dog ate, unable to really help it.

There was a ding! and you leave Buddy to his own devices. Grabbing a pair of oven mitts, you pull open the door to the oven and slide out a tray of cinnamon sticky buns. Placing the tray onto the dining room table, you take off the mitts and decide to wait until the treats cooled down a bit before eating any. Doing an impromptu little dance over to the front door, you unlatch the locks and twist the knob. Walking forward, you retrieve the newspaper, and mail, but when you look up, you see Andrew loitering on your lawn, asleep. 

Eyebrows raising, a wicked idea enters your brain. 

Retreating inside, you close and lock the front door again. Next to the security system attached to the wall on the far left is a keypad that had both manual and automatic settings to set off the sprinklers for the lawn to be watered. Bypassing the keypad, you walk over to the kitchen island, picking up your cellphone which vibrated several times, indicating a text message.

Heart turning over in your chest, your hand drifts to your mouth, as if to stifle the instinctive ‘Aww!’ that wanted to escape. T’Challa really is the embodiment of the perfect man. Sweet beyond comprehension, gentle, gentlemanly. 

It made you curious about what he’d look like or the sounds he’d make when he was turned on.

...You was such a ho.

Biting the inside of your cheek, struggling with the idea that had literally just exploded in your brain and had the potential to backfire, you internally decided to give it a whirl. Rising up from your seat, you bound up the stairs back to your bedroom. Opening the curtains to let in some natural lighting, you flit through several poses before deciding on something a little less complicated and risque.

What if he got the message in public?

The devil really had a hold of your spirit tonight because you took the picture while standing in front of the full length mirror, adding a cute little caption to be cheeky.

That bit of mischief complete, you walk back down the stairs to the kitchen. Placing the cellphone back in it’s original position on the island counter, you snag a cinnamon sticky bun, lifting it to your mouth and taking a bite. 

Less than two minutes pass, and then your cellphone ringtone’s going off, signalling an incoming call. Licking the sticky sugar off your fingers, you snag a napkin and clean off the rest, using your free hand to swipe right and the call is answered, you put it on speaker. 

“Hello?”

There’s silence for a second and you wonder if the call is dropped. “That is not nice, Y/N, not nice at all.”

‘Oh, God. He didn’t like the pic at all. Maybe I should have worn make up?’ You certainly weren’t a flattering image without at least a little lipstick and eye shadow. 

Before your thoughts could get away from you, T’Challa continues on to say, “You only proved my point about being lovely in the mornings.” Your heart started to beat normally again. “It really is not fair for you to do this to me though, especially because I am not there to kiss you...” He was such a sweetie! “And put my mouth in other places.” 

Eyes widening, you stare at the phone dumbly. T’Challa’s tone hadn’t changed at all, he still sounded calm and unruffled, friendly, even. So maybe you just misheard? “Um...”

“Yes, this picture is really very cute. I like the angle. If I were there, I would peel those leggings off of you. Are you wearing panties? I would hope not. That would hinder me from getting my first taste of you.” He laughed softly. “Then again, it could be fun to take your panties off with my teeth.” The visual causes you to accidentally let out a moan and quickly slap a hand over your mouth. 

Again there’s a moment of silence, then the sound of him moving to a different area. 

“T’Challa?” 

“I’m here.” His voice, while still warm, is a bit rough now. “The sound of you, Y/N...” You can’t understand what language he’s speaking but that’s irrelevant. You feel a bit warm at the thought that you can get to him like this over an innocent picture. “I have a meeting to attend soon, otherwise I would be there in twenty, maybe thirty, minutes? So, we have to do it like this. You are going to touch yourself.” 

“What?” You yelp, picking the phone up and taking it off speaker, your feet take you to the direction of the living room, part of you had already recognized the direction this would be going. 

Sprawling out on the sofa, you get comfortable.

“Touch yourself.” His voice is hypnotic. Smooth as silk, but decadent as chocolate, you could listen to him speak all day. “I want -- I need -- to hear you. Can you do that for me, lovely girl? Touch yourself.”

Eyelids closing of their own volition, your hands made their way down your side, stopping just below the fabric of your leggings and the waistband of your panties. Pausing only for a second, wavering on whether you should do this, after a breath, you continue on, and trace slow, wet circles around your flesh. Opening your legs a little wider with a pleased sigh, adjusting the cellphone so that you can hold it with your shoulder and cheek. 

The sound of a zipper being undone is loud in your ear, and you can visualize him taking his cock in hand, fisting himself. “Don’t stop. Keep going.”

His words are the only encouragement that you need. 

There’s a growing wet spot in the crotch of your panties as your arousal had literally soaked through the fabric. Moaning unintelligibly, a bit past caring about propriety and how silly you would look..., instead, your hands are in between your spread legs and working furiously, slipping through your plump, soaking folds to return to your clit. You shoved two fingers inside, only half listening to T’Challa’s curses and praises both. Your brown skin is literally glistening with arousal and you speed up the pace, heart rate and breathing becoming heavier. Stroking your clit again with a feather light touch, basically teasing, you edged yourself closer and closer to orgasm. Pumping your fingers in and out, in and out, imagining that T’Challa was here with you, squeezing your eyes shut, you added your thumb, caressing your clit with each stroke of your fingers. 

‘I’m so close, so close.’ 

“Cum for me, Y/N.”

Almost as if you’d been waiting for permission, your body clamped down around your fingers and your back arched as you came. Loose and languid, your breathing is loud in the room but you can’t even bring yourself to care. Gently pulling your fingers free of your pussy, you swallow and try to get a handle on yourself. Belatedly remembering that T’Challa had been on the line, you scramble for your phone, asking if he’s still there. 

“Two hours.” His voice is husky. Almost a purr. “I’ll be there in two hours, Y/N. I need to see you cum in person, not over the phone, though that was beautiful, and sexy, too. I want your full attention then. Clear out anything you have to do today.”

Smiling goofily, you’re grateful he can’t see you. “Yes, sir.”

With that, the two of you hang up after saying goodbye. 

What a crazy morning.

[crayziimaginations]

Am I enough?

TRR one shot: Liam stumbles upon MC’s diary while she’s asleep, and he couldn't help but take a look at the entries she wrote. 

MC: Courtney 

Pairing: Liam x MC 

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February 21, Wednesday. 

Dear diary, 

Sorry I haven’t been recording much, but i’ve just came back from an amazing trip with the gang. It feel so nice to be able to escape royal duties for a moment, even though I know I probably shouldn’t. I didn't think much of it at the time, but now that I look back, it was so refreshing to just spend a couple of days like I wasn’t the queen of Cordonia, and I didn't need to be stressed about courtly functions or Bertrand’s excessive criticisms. 

I left Cordonia for the short trip, only after checking and checking and checking to make sure that I had left everything in good hands, and I left my work in a good pace. However upon my return, today i found that.. my work wasn't exactly as good as I thought it would be. I failed, falling short of just a little bit to reach the target I wanted for the Cordonian finances. It’s still okay, but it’s not thriving like what I had planned and thought it would turn out. I just feel so dejected. I really tried really hard, and somehow this feels like my best is not enough. 

Liam has been a great comfort, I know he’s trying to soothe me in every way he can. But its not working, and I don't have the heart to tell him. I feel so depressed, and I feel so useless. 

I guess that’s just me. I always aim too high for the moon, and get disappointed when I just land among the stars. 

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February 25, Sunday. 

Dear diary, 

I might have underestimated the role of a queen. Turns out even 4 days of depressed moping around will lead to many cascaded catastrophes. Well, not in the literal sense, but Bertrand-catastrophes. I screwed up the seating plan for the next ball, turned up to breakfast in mismatched shoes, and I almost jabbed Liam when he surprise-hugged me as I was using a pair of scissors. 

I’m just tired. I know i need to stop moping around. 

I can do this, wish me luck tomorrow. 

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March 16, Friday. 

Dear Diary, 

hey, I’m not sure if its a good or bad thing whenever I go away too long without checking in. Its either really good news, or the complete opposite. But I’ve somehow managed to pick myself up, and continue trying to be the queen Cordonia expects me to. I think I’m starting to get better. I only hope that I am of some help to Liam. What’s the point of having a queen if she can’t help, right?

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April 20, Friday. 

Dear Diary, 

Well, I thought I was doing good. When the reports came in last month, I was really happy and proud of myself! It was actually an improvement, and a decent one at that! But today I found out that well.. my good was actually not that impressive. There’s so many people out there better than me. Yet here I am, as Queen of Cordonia. I hate to admit it, but look at Madeline. She’s cunning and manipulative, but at least she’s got her footing secured, and she knows how to manoeuvre her way around what she wants to achieve. Look at Olivia, as fierce as she is, it does make her a brilliant fighter and also negotiator, when stern force is needed. Let’s not talk about Hana. The girl who is not just jack of all trades, she’s the master of all trades. 

I guess I brought this upon myself. I went out in disguise again, today, to the streets of Cordonia. Liam disapproves, as he really doesn’t think I should engage myself in gossip with the citizens, in fear that what they say might hurt me. But I like doing this. It allows me to experience life as normal Cordonian citizens, and learn about how they truly feel about the monarchy and our leadership, in the casual conversations with them. 

I overheard some talking about me today, doubting that I was the best option for Cordonia. Apparently, according to them, I had done well, but there are better people. 

I know I can’t please everyone, but this just sucks. I’m really tired. I’m tired of feeling mediocre, feeling as if I’m not enough. But somehow it seems like the universe just always wants to find ways to remind me that, even my good is just mediocre. 

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Liam flipped through the pages of Courtney’s diary silently, trying to not rustle the pages and wake her up. He accidentally stumbled across this book hidden nicely between the wall and their bedside drawer. Letting his curiosity get the better of him, he decided to read some of her entries. Little did he know, the emotions contained within those pages weren't happy times, but depressing and helpless moments that Courtney had kept from him. 

Liam couldn’t help but tear up as he read some of her entries. 

How could he be so insensitive? She wasn’t brought up like any of the ladies in court. She definitely wasn’t brought up like him, trained to handle everything with a stoic emotion and sensibly. Liam crawled back into bed where Courtney was sleeping (soundly, he hoped). He snuggled closer to her and draped an arm around her waist. 

“hey...” he whispered against her ear. 

“I’m sorry, I know I definitely do not have the right to go through your personal diary. But.. had I not done that, I would never have know how stressed you’ve been these past months. I’m truly sorry that I’ve been so insensitive. I’ve let you handle all the wedding plans, and give you the tremendous responsibility of rallying all the people in court to attend our wedding. I should've been more of a support, at least in these areas that I can help.” 

Liam buried his face in the crook of her neck. 

“I’m sorry my love. I wish I knew how to make it up to you.. I’m sorry bearing the crown had to come with such a cost to you. I really am sorry.” Liam paused. “But i really want you to know, you are enough, and you are more than enough. I know its hard to not compare yourself with the people around you, but I’ll do what I can and make it a point to always remind you: you are always enough, and you are always more than enough.” 

Liam sighed, realising that she’s probably in a deep sleep and can't hear him anyway. He made a mental note to tell her again in the morning. 

“I love you Courtney, I hope you always remember that.” Liam mumbled, as he slowly drifted back to sleep. 

On her side of the bed, Courtney let out a breath of relief she didn’t realise she was holding. Liam woke her up with the pain in his voice, but she wanted to hear what he was trying to tell her in the middle of the night. Allowing a tear to trickle down her cheeks, she silently prayed that she'd be enough, for both Liam and Cordonia. 

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